Day 803 of the Daily Poems, and it is St Valentine’s Day. Our poet Rick O’Shea delivers himself of some heartsick yearnings …
These are but dreams
if I could only have a footfall
fleet as the springing hare,
if I could leap tall buildings at
a single bound, I’d dare,
if I could breast the cataracts
that swiftly flow like tears,
if I could glimpse the lofty spires
and hear the music of the spheres
and O – if I could but be by your side
to hold you close – to be my bride –
to think of it I do not dare …
Rick O’Shea